"On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And of such fineness as October airs, There after harvest could I glean my life A richer harvest reaping without toil, And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will In subtler webs than finest summer haze." HENRY DAVID THOREAU - July 12, 1817-May 6, 1862. Image created by Susan Isabella Sheehan. “Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©” Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™ I invite you to visit surrealdigitalartist.com.